Rock candy brains      Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk   Got rock candy brains and that head of yours   Full of holes, full of holes      Terry cloth's about the only comfort I'm allowed   What with all the rain and this house of yours   Full of holes, full of holes      I'm about through being your plaything   I'm about through being your gin   I'm about through being your water      Do you want to spend another night under the porch ?   We could light a candle and this rotten wood   Up in flames, up in flames      Your orange fingers are glowing hot   I think your sneaker's on fire   Up in flames, up in flames      I'm about through being your plaything   I'm about through being your gin   I'm about through being your water      One breath after lights out   The rest under night's spell